I transmigrated into the role of a concubine, and from the start, I was a stand-in.
Shen Yuan didn’t want to compete for favor, climb the ranks, or make a man fall in love with her.
She only wanted to run.
The first time she escaped, Gu Yanzhi cornered her at the end of an alley. He asked, “Why are you running?”
The second time, he waited for her outside the city. He said, “There’s more you don’t know than you do.”
Shen Yuan finally understood: he was too powerful. She couldn’t get away.
Then she’d die.
Not for real, of course. She’d fake her death.
When the legal wife tried to kill her, Shen Yuan used the woman’s poison to “die.”
As the coffin nails were hammered in, Gu Yanzhi stood outside, his eyes red.
He was grieving.
And inside the coffin, she opened her eyes.
My lord, stop chasing me. You’re chasing a stand-in. The one still alive is the real me.
